satire piece on man made division based on region, state & country.
I was just going to come there, he said while checking on his chickens in their pen. I was back at Chicken Sagar’s shop. He hadn’t delivered the last order as usual. Yea right, I muttered to myself. Chicken Sagar was wearing his run-down shorts, tight T-shirt ending at his navel & flip-flops so thread-bareContinue reading “Chicken Sagar’s saga 2 – the smiling man & the angry assistant”
short tales of life outside a local chicken shop